Work Of The Day: Chbosky

So, this is a little change of pace. Normally, I bore you all with Old English works. Yet, today I'm posting something a little more contemporary: The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. Have you read it? Perhaps you've seen the movie? Yes, the one with Harmione. Btw, her name is Emma Watson, and you should look into her some more because she's a phenomenal person. But anyways, if you haven't read it, then as my favorite Lit Professor says, "There's still time." It's not long, and it's a very easy read. It'll change you, in a good way, of course. 

Now, I could put literally a hundred things I love in this book down, but I'll do my favorite. When I read this part, goose-bumps rose on my arms. It's like the author knows what's in your heart, your feelings. There's things you experience, and yet, you can't put them into words, because it's more of a feeling. Yet, Stephen Chbosky, slams it right into your gut, and aha! there it is! Yes, you know exactly what the character is feeling because you've been there. 

Okay, I can ramble on forever about this. So here it is:

“Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
                                       

Work Of The Day: Milton

I chose this sonnet because Milton was blind, and here he states how he dreamed of his late wife, and although he couldn't see her face in his dream--which he had never seen her face--she was the sight of love, sweetness, and goodness. Now, that's true love right there. And then the last line will just strike you right in the heart, especially if you're a literature lover like myself, which I assume you are since you're here reading this. He says "day brought back my night" which may seem confusing, but remember he was blind, and so the only time he could see was when he dreamed. When the day came, he went back to darkness--night. Ah! Beautiful.

Sonnet 23: Methought I saw my late espoused saint

BY JOHN MILTON

Methought I saw my late espoused saint

       Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,

       Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,

       Rescu'd from death by force, though pale and faint.

Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint

       Purification in the old Law did save,

       And such as yet once more I trust to have

       Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,

Came vested all in white, pure as her mind;

       Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight

       Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd

So clear as in no face with more delight.

       But Oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd,

       I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.